Sayuri knew her face was probably bright red. She kept her head bowed so her long, pale hair fell forward to try to hide it. Her teeth were sinking into her lower lip, attempting to keep herself from making a sound. She was always self-conscious about this. She swore the walls of the apartment were paper thin and the last thing she wanted was for her neighbors to get angry with her.
Hiding behind her hair only worked for a short while. Soon enough, fingers threaded into her snow-colored locks and her head was gently pulled back to show her expression. The warm hue of her cheeks, the luster of her pale purple eyes, the way she was biting her lip. It was all revealed to Dabi and the smirk he wore grew.
"I wonder how much more you can take. I don't wanna break you, but you look like you can handle a little more. What do you think, Sayuri?"
Her pulse quickened at the idea and before she could say anything in response, she felt it opening more. Stretched tight around three digits. His warm fingertips caressing and moving. Her hips bucked forward and she pressed her hands tighter against the countertop in her kitchen.
When the pace of his fingers grew faster, rougher, she finally lost her fight to stay quiet. Releasing her lower lip from between her teeth, Sayuri gasped his name and a string of begging words escaped after. She felt his warm breath against the side of her ear as he leaned down.
"You know, you'd make this easier if you'd let me in your room. Come on. Just be a good girl and let me in."
She shook her head, one of her hands lifting to cover her mouth when she began to pant. Sayuri felt his hips press against the back of hers and she barely managed to muffle a whimper. She could feel his need rubbing against her. It only elevated the pleasure racing through her veins with each push of his fingers.
"That's fine," he murmured, finally removing his fingers. They lingered over her belt for a brief moment before he opened it and slid her jeans down, taking her pink lace panties with them. The clicking of his own belt being opened made Sayuri tense. "A bed would've been better for this, but I can do it this way. You just might not walk for a while."
Her eyes widened as she felt him ease into her. Sayuri was pushed closer against the counter, the edge digging into the front of her waist as he was sheathed in her warmth. The hand still resting on the countertop was pressing against the hard surface so tightly that her fingertips were turning white.
Sayuri was already standing on the tips of her toes due to their height difference so each push of his hips lifted her up a little more. She bowed her head again, face burning from the blood that filled her cheeks. They had slept together before, but they never did something like this. It was always on the couch with Dabi on top. That was how she did it with her past boyfriends. When he told her that he wanted to try something different, she was unprepared for something like this.
He disliked her silence and determined that he would make her say his name again. Leaning down a little, he wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her in place and lifted his free hand to gently grip her neck. He pulled her head back so he could see her face again, his bright turquoise eyes taking in every inch of her blushing, sweet expression.
A grin tugged at his lips and he brought his mouth to her ear. "What's the matter, babe? You're being pretty quiet. I wanna hear your voice. You like this, right?"
She gave a small nod, but kept her mouth covered with one hand. Desperate to keep herself quiet and keep the neighbors from hearing her. Desperate to save herself the embarrassment. A moan slipped out as she felt his pace grow faster. What had been languid, casual thrusts of his hips grew intense.
"Put your hand down."
Sayuri was reluctant to obey, but did so. She was immediately rewarded with his lips covering hers. The warm metal of his staples pressed gently against the corners of her mouth as his lips parted and the tip of his tongue entered her mouth. Her sounds were muffled by him as he continued to move his hips against hers, hitting deeper than usual and causing a ball of pressure to begin building in her abdomen.
She whimpered into his mouth, both hands still planted on the counter in front of her as she fought a need that was growing. He had told her to keep her hands on the counter, but she wanted to touch him. She finally lost her inner battle and wrapped her arms around his neck behind her, fingertips digging into his hair.
Any self-control he had managed to use up to that point was shattered by her action. Dabi's pace quickened again and his lips left hers to move down to her neck, peppering it with sharp nips from his teeth and kisses. Leaving little marks where he pleased to show anyone that looked at her that she belonged to someone.
Sayuri murmured his name again and again as she started to unravel. The pressure built to a climax and euphoria crashed over her as it hit him at the same time. She felt the warmth of him enter her and she went limp in his hold, her own energy spent and her legs weak.
He panted beside her ear, the hand that had held her neck leaving so both of his arms wrapped around her waist to hold her up. The staples along his cheek scraped over her neck as he rested chin near her collar bone. "Can you stand?" There was a note of teasing in his voice when he asked this.
"I-I can't…" she admitted. Her legs were shaking, her knees feeling like they would give out if she put too much weight on them. Her hips hurt a little and she found herself worrying about going to work the next day. A small, semi-delirious sounding laugh escaped her and she shook her head. "That was…"
"The best you've had, right?"
To her embarrassment, he was absolutely right. No guy she had dated before had this kind of skill. No other guy had ever made her feel weak. No other guy could make her heart pound like this. No other guy took care of her afterwards the way that he did, either.
Sayuri was settled so she was sitting on the floor and watched him go into the bathroom. The water started running and she knew he was running a bath. He always did this. He always took care of her afterwards and more often than not, he wanted to hold her afterwards. Not just for a few minutes, but for so long that they usually dozed off together on the couch.
After getting cleaned up, she managed to stagger into her room for clean clothes and promptly collapsed onto the couch in the other room once she was dressed. In the afterglow of her intimate moment with Dabi, Sayuri was still too euphoric to think about the day's earlier events. All she wanted was to be held, but he was in the kitchen grabbing some things.
Sliding off the couch, she looked through her movie selection and settled on a horror movie. Something with moth monsters that she had picked up from a bargain bin a few years ago and only watched once. It seemed like something silly enough that they could enjoy it together.
The movie was set up and about to start playing when Sayuri felt arms wrap around her and lift her off the floor. She let Dabi settle her on top of him on the couch, her face flushing pink. He looked tired, but he still gave her a smirk when he caught her looking at him.
"What's that look for? You wanna go another round already?" he teased. To his surprise, Sayuri lifted a hand and gently traced her fingertips along the staples across his cheek. When she touched the damaged flesh on the lower half of his face, his eyes half-closed and he leaned into her touch.
She felt a shiver run down her spine as her fingertips carefully glided along the somewhat wrinkled, purplish skin. It felt warmer than the upper half of his face and she almost thought it felt feverish. The staples were warm as well.
He never told her why his skin was like that or if the staples were there for medical reasons or as a form of body modification, as she had initially thought. She was sure that the purplish skin was scarred though. Or burned. Sayuri occasionally saw him bleed where the purple flesh met his normal skin and it made her feel guilty. She wished that she could take away his scars, but they were too old for her to take. Whatever had caused them, it was too long ago.
Dabi grabbed her wrist after a while and brought it close to his face. His eyes were focused on her newer scars and he pressed his lips to one that ran across her wrist. "I don't like you taking other people's wounds," he murmured, lifting his gaze to hers.
Sayuri dropped her eyes to the scar near his collar bone and subconsciously touched her matching scar with her free hand. "I couldn't let that little girl suffer." It was a quiet protest and she was rewarded for it with a gentle bite to her wrist. Her back arched when his lips latched onto her pale skin and left behind a small bruise to cover the scar.
"So why'd you pick to be a teacher instead of a hero? You just think it's safer or something?"
She frowned and rested her head on his chest, trying to keep him from seeing her expression. Her left hand went to her right arm, touching an old scar from years past. A surgical scar from a terrible accident. "A hero…ruined heroes for me."
"Are you gonna tell me about it?"
"…I guess…" Sayuri cuddled a little closer and was glad when she felt both of his arms wrap around her. "I used to go to my best friend's house a lot…because she had a big house and siblings. I didn't have brothers or sisters so I liked going there and playing with them. But…when I was in my second year of junior high…"
Shift P.O.V
When he heard that a hero ruined heroes for her, he was not surprised. There were so many fake heroes. People that were heroes for the wrong reasons. Selfish, stupid reasons. Dabi just wanted to hear the rest of her story so he could know what kind of trash she had been dealing with.
Her voice was soft, sad. It was pretty clear that she had been different before the incident. It had affected her deeply. "My best friend's father…is a hero. He was training her youngest brother…trying to make his quirk stronger…and something happened to him. Her little brother broke his arm and…her father…wouldn't let me leave their house until I took his injury…"
Sayuri was rubbing at her right arm and it drew Dabi's attention to a faded scar that looked cleaner than any other scar. "It hurt. I'd never broken a bone before. When he finally let me leave, I told my parents and I swore I'd never go to that house again. But my parents told me that I should feel honored that he wanted me to use my quirk to help his son."
"That's…pretty shitty."
"…that wasn't the end of it…" The girl wrapped her arms around his neck, hiding her face in the warm skin between his neck and shoulder. "He…wanted me to take more injuries from my friend's brother…over and over again. And every time, my parents acted like it was a privilege for me to heal him. They told me that it was practice for when I became a hero. But I decided that if being a hero meant being forced to take injuries, I didn't want to do it."
Dabi frowned and ran his fingers through her pale hair, more for his own benefit than hers. His pulse started to quicken when she explained what happened to her and now it was making him angry. She was forced to take someone else's injuries. A hero had forced her to endure pain and take their brat's injuries for them.
"That guy wasn't a hero," he muttered, holding her tighter against him. The man she had mentioned, her best friend's father, was trash. A fake hero. A hypocrite. Dabi did not know what hero he was or what the man looked like, but he wanted to see him burn to ashes for putting Sayuri through so much pain.
"Why are you still friends with her? She was the reason you were there that day, right? Did she even say anything or did she just let her old man order you around like that?" His anger was growing and it was being directed at her friend now as well. Her so-called "best friend" who had scum for a father and let her be put through broken bones and wounds.
"Sh-she tried," Sayuri argued quietly. "But…he's her dad…"
"Doesn't matter. Pisses me off anyway." He turned his head to the side, looking at the television as he tried to push away certain thoughts. Certain urges. If he knew what hero she was talking about, he knew he would have to hunt them down and burn them alive. He wanted to ask who it was, but he had a feeling she would refuse to tell him.
Probably better to just distract her, he thought as he felt her shiver. Dabi ran his fingers through her long, snow-colored hair and felt the silky locks glide between his digits. Her body was soft and warm on top of him, her legs to either side of his left leg. It reminded him of the first night they spent together.
The movie continued to play and the two gradually fell into relaxation. They ate the snacks Dabi had brought from the kitchen and he waited until she was two beers in before popping the question. "So what hero was it?"
Sayuri frowned and dropped her gaze to the floor. Fidgeting with her beer can, she released a soft sigh. "It…it was Endeavor."
